Glorious visions

by failure by choice   Jan 1, 2010


Sweet Angels' voice I hear
Father's presence hovers near
my flesh, my mind disappears
He speaks
I listen
His tremendous voice fills my ears

My son, My son,
I love you so!
My son now I ask you go.
The hearts of many are burdened now,
tho I once sent my Son for all.
but many do not know My loving way
they turn against Me day by day.
As you go, now do My will
help these broken hearts to heal.

Glorious Visions Fade.

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  • 14 years ago

    by Michael D Nalley

    Very nice free flow and subtle rhyme scheme
    very original
    The poem is deep and would be difficult to get the full meaning in a single read, which is excellent

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